Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Murder

  • /Cadence//

    all those greasy piggies and. cigarettes. overweight. stinking. deformed like sex in sunken nightclubs. drunk. vacant. her. here. there. teeth in maelstrom holes. vagina dentata. Hand jobs and solvent abuse. lights. flashing. hidden disease. covered faces. mouth. cancer. breasts. skin. flesh. genital warts. elephant man. 4f. tumour. pissing delinquent. humphrey bogart. expanding universes in her Read more

  • Extract From A Novel

    “Wrapped in each others arms, we fell into the abyss. Hurtling through the electrical darkness faster than you could imagine, it were as if we were moving through the centre of the universe. In the heart of god, the laws of reality held no meaning. No time or space to shackle us, the truth of Read more

  • She Carries An Abyss

      As I place my plague upon her tongue, I tell her that together, we have the power to believe whilst all the non-believers crawl deformed about our feet. Ripping her black stockings, I go ahead and caress the inside of her thigh. Running my hand all along her tender flesh, my eyes pierce the Read more

  • Portal

    the days remain the same a killer on the run killing lovers for fun familiar sister troubled brother always falling apart coming undone she should be an exit but it’s just so damn easy to lose touch when flesh and sex pulse on every street corner in this darkened city Read more

  • In A Lonely Place

    cities. glass. gunshot wounds red. zygomatic arch. open mouthed nothings. on the corner of. 58th street snow falling. eyes crying rivers of blood. in. new york city   cigarette smoke. desolate. heart shattered dreams. and fragments. of bone. desperately clinging. to last moments skylines leaving. brown eyes. closing always ending. in. dark city   help. Read more

  • Sunday Afternoon

    Waking up in the afternoon, half the day has already been and gone. It’s warm, but there’s no sunshine. I dreamt of Jackson Pollock, and a taxi driver being shot whilst waiting at a set of traffic lights. His attacker was the passenger sat behind him. He shot him in the back of the head Read more

  • Necklace Of Fire

    on the streets where chaos reigns all deathly and hellish as the tyres stack around their necks light them up, strike them down cause that’s what the people want watch them burn laugh as they scream beg for more and beg that it’s never you Read more

  • Dangerous Days

    There’s a man by the side of the road. Mummified and spewing, his life is slipping away. Fingers clinging onto fragments, digging in with the fear of god. Of ulcers, bleeding and cancer black. Riddled with tongues, he rolls on the ashes of scorched asphalt. Self inflicted cuts. Torn muscle and open wounds. Too much Read more

  • Extract #3 The Killer Spreads His Broken Wings

    An endless stream of traffic choking the town, the train took me a few blocks south. My pulse racing as those around me went on with their useless routines, unaware of the scent of death that lingered on my clothes, it wasn’t long before I was heading towards a phone booth situated outside a derelict Read more

  • Extract #2 With Scenes of a Deviant Nature

    Shards of glass dancing in the air, the first shot hit her just below the naval. The parking lot pulsating with energy, I fired twice more in quick succession striking the brunette both times in the throat. Blood spraying all over the guy beside her, I went ahead and fired the rest of the clip Read more